Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 501: Four Days with the Fiancée

Mo Yixiʼs arrival brought calm to the Great Shang Immortal City, which moments ago teetered on the brink of destruction. Fang Qingʼs face radiated confidence, a knowing smile curling his lips as if he controlled everything.

Mo Yixi, however, glared at him, his expression sour, weighing whether a sudden strike could subdue him. But Fang Qing kept his distance, ready to retreat at any moment. If he chose not to fight, he had no chance of stopping him.

Frustration burned in Elder Moʼs eyes, yet he could only grit his teeth and sit cross-legged outside the formation, guarding Ye Chen within. His complex expression only deepened Fang Qingʼs amusement. To him, it proved the truth of the cultivation world: caution reigned supreme. No matter how dazzling Mo Yixi once was, he was now a pawn in his game.

The most anxious was undoubtedly Heavenly Intention Holy Son. The fiancée was inside, facing who-knows-what. Yet his protector, that old fool, showed no intent to act, ignoring him entirely. His fists clenched in rage.

On one hand, he realized his status within his inherited legacy was far lower than heʼd thought, making him wary of his protector and even his sect. On the other, he was consumed with worry.

His mind raced with images of Ye Chen, trapped in despair, doing unspeakable things to his breathtaking fiancée. Like this? Or like that? The more Heavenly Intention Holy Son thought, the more his heart ached. He cursed his own weakness, unable to break the formation or slay Ye Chen when the fiancée was in danger.

”I must grow stronger,” he vowed. ”Only my own power is truth! When I obtain the Acquired Chaos Body, Iʼll sweep through the world! Ye Chen, Mo Yixi, Fang Qing, Hua Yunfei—youʼll all be meat on my chopping block. Youʼll all die!”

Heavenly Intention Holy Sonʼs aura surged, teetering on madness.

Fang Qing sensed his resentment but paid it no mind. To him, Ying Tiansheng was merely fodder for his young master. When the time came, heʼd be harvested. Who cared about the hatred of a doomed man?

Inside the formation, Ye Chen was expected to die when it broke. Yet Elder Mo, at the cost of his own life essence, sublimated his power to protect him. This stunned Yi Qingwu, her exquisite face betraying surprise. Most protectors and prodigies shared a transactional bond—no one truly risked their life or immortal path for another.

Yet Ye Chenʼs protector chose to shield him with his life without hesitation. It was shocking. But reflecting on Ye Chenʼs character, Yi Qingwu wasnʼt entirely surprised. His generosity was renowned throughout the cultivation world. When his protector suffered a primal injury, he unhesitatingly offered the rare Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid. Clearly, Ye Chen spared no expense for those close to him.

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Ye Chen and Hua Yunfei should have been rivals, their competition intensifying as Ye Chen grew stronger. Yet Hua Yunfei never targeted him. Instead, he protected Ye Chen without reservation, even dying twice for him—albeit as an avatar, but at no small cost.

Now, Mo Yixi was sacrificing his life for Ye Chen. All this proved Ye Chenʼs character. Only someone truly respected could inspire such loyalty. Compared to him, Heavenly Intention Holy Son was worlds apart, like heaven and earth.

”Ye Chen, can you contact Heavenly Evolution Holy Land?”

Despite Elder Mo stepping forward, Yi Qingwu remained worried. Elder Moʼs sublimation through a secret technique wouldnʼt last long. Yi Qingwu hoped Ye Chen could summon reinforcements.

Ye Chen shook his head. Fang Qing, a Mahayana stage expert, had sealed this realm, blocking all calls for help. But Ye Chen hadnʼt planned to seek aid anyway. He hadnʼt even used the golden Fusang Divine Tree in his small world.

Outsiders thought Elder Mo, with his shattered Immortal Platform, had barely repelled Fang Qing. But Ye Chen, who had given him the True Phoenix Undying Herb, knew better. That medicine not only restored his Immortal Platform but granted a nirvana, likely pushing her to a new level.

Yet Elder Mo played the part, pretending to be weakened. His expressive act was so convincing that even Ye Chen nearly believed it. No wonder old acquaintances gritted their teeth at him—this cunning streak was infuriating. But since he was on his side? No issue.

Ye Chen turned to Yi Qingwu. ”You havenʼt finished explaining the last part of Movement Secret. With Elder Mo holding the line, letʼs continue. Otherwise, I wonʼt add those final two strokes.”

Yi Qingwu was stunned by Ye Chenʼs resolve. With Elder Moʼs protection fading and death looming, most cultivators would panic. Yet Ye Chen calmly studied Movement Secret, unshaken. His mindset was astounding. With his talent and composure, he was destined for greatness—unless fate intervened. Because of her, Ye Chenʼs immortal path would soon end. Guilt gnawed at Yi Qingwu, but she said no more, diligently teaching him the rest of the Movement Secret.

When Ye Chen finished absorbing it, he smiled, satisfied. With his talent, grasping the Movement Secret was easy. But as he reviewed the text, he frowned slightly. Something felt incomplete, though he couldnʼt pinpoint why. Was Movement Secret meant to be this way, or was it truly lacking?

The fiancée had no reason to deceive him. Perhaps Heavenly Intention Holy Son had withheld something from her? Or maybe the sect had kept secrets from him?

Ye Chen couldnʼt tell and decided not to dwell. With his system, he could verify Movement Secretʼs completeness later. When he passed it on, the truth would surface.

Calculating the time, the formation would hold for about four and a half days. Enough time to give the fiancée one more gift before it broke. But how to spend those days?

Influenced by Ye Chenʼs calm, Yi Qingwu regained her usual poise. She looked at him, her cold lips curling. ”Ye Chen, Mo Yixi canʼt protect you forever. Your fate is sealed—youʼll die. Iʼll give you a choice: send me out of the formation, deliver me to my fiancé, kneel, apologize, and offer your origin for him to devour. You might live. But if you act desperate, knowing death is certain, and try anything with me, youʼre truly doomed—beyond redemption. I wonʼt let you succeed, and my fiancé will never forgive you!”

Her haughty attitude and imperious words sparked an idea in Ye Chen. He knew exactly how to make the most of the next four days.